Our president is stupid and rich

At noon the gas was finally connected.

Because Fang Zhiyi forcibly finished the cake Sheng Changan made in the morning, he couldn't eat anything but porridge at noon.

Sheng Changan was annoyed and funny: "Did you finish everything? You won't eat at noon?"

Fang Zhiyi rubbed his stomach while defending himself: "Then...you can't throw it away..."

"If you really can't finish eating, it's okay to throw it away." Sheng Changan sat over and stretched out his hands to gently rub his belly: "It's not such a precious thing."

Fang Zhiyi had already taken the medicine, but he still felt a little uncomfortable, so he retorted in a low voice, "It's just very precious, and it's the first dessert you've ever made." He paused, and before Sheng Changan could reply, he continued, "Go At the amusement park, I was supposed to make desserts, but you left early..."

Sheng Changan looked at his sleepy look, and thought about the previous events, but it was not easy to say anything about him, so he changed the subject: "Is your stomach not feeling well?"

Fang Zhiyi said "hmm": "When I first came to a foreign country, didn't everyone say that foreign students would eventually become chefs, so I thought I would practice more, but I ended up being sent to the hospital after practicing a few times. "

Sheng Changan: "..."

Fang Zhiyi still thoughtfully smiled: "At that time, I didn't have insurance, so I was given some painkillers and anti-inflammatory drugs, hung a few bottles of water, and threw it out after ten thousand. I thought at the time, I Why not use the money to hire someone to cook..."

Sheng Changan felt indescribable: "You don't taste good and you won't throw it away?"

Fang Zhiyi was silent for a moment, and explained with difficulty: "I just tasted everything and poured it down every time..."

Sheng Changan: "..."

Fang Zhiyi squeezed his fingers: "It's nothing. Although it's not as good as before, it's okay to eat anything..." The main reason is that I ate a lot this time, and there was so much cream.

Sheng Changan stood up and brought him a cup of hot water: "Drink some."

Fang Zhiyi took it and leaned against the head of the bed: "I don't feel much now, probably the medicine has worked."

Seeing his indifferent look, Sheng Chang'an knew that he didn't want to worry himself too much, and he couldn't do anything if he was full of anger.He pinched Fang Zhiyi's face, and decided on the recipe: "Just eat your porridge well, don't think about anything raw, cold or spicy these days."

Fang Zhiyi started pretending to cry out the pain again, and in the end Sheng Chang'an let go first and went over to rub his stomach again.

The room was quiet for a while, Fang Zhiyi tentatively asked, "If we get married, where do you want to be?"

Sheng Changan's hands paused, and he said dryly, "It's all...it's fine."

Fang Zhiyi had recovered by now, and he thought of teasing again, "Oh", and drew his voice: "Then get the certificate and be done."

Sheng Changan: "!!!"

Fang Zhiyi saw how his whole body faded in an instant, and said with a smile: "Okay, then when shall we go for notarization?"

Sheng Changan lowered his head and did not speak.

Fang Zhiyi then suppressed a smile and coughed: "Then where are you talking about?"

Sheng Chang'an's fingers unconsciously tugged at the bed sheet under him, and after a long pause, he whispered, "Just... just like the playground before... you can..."

Fang Zhiyi felt that his expression would soon become uncontrollable: "Don't you want something better?"

Sheng Chang'an's eyelashes trembled, he turned his head, and his voice was like a mosquito: "I want to..."

Fang Zhiyi finally laughed, and he hugged Sheng Chang'an's waist: "Okay."

Sheng Changan was forced by him to say what kind of wedding he wanted, and at the moment his whole body was smoking.When Fang Zhiyi approached him, he almost jumped up, and he was worried that he would hit Fang Zhiyi's stomach, so he just stiffened and sat on the spot to hug him.

Fang Zhiyi put his head on his shoulder: "When do you think it is suitable to hold a wedding?"

Chang An desperately wanted to change the subject at this moment, he turned his head: "It's all...it's okay..."

Fang Zhiyi chuckled a few times: "Then I've decided."

Sheng Changan slowly moved in the opposite direction: "Yes, you decide..."

Fang Zhiyi sensed his intentions, and a few minutes of hard work was in vain.

Sheng Changan's back was pressed against Fang Zhiyi, and he could even feel Fang Zhiyi's heartbeat.Fang Zhiyi lowered his head and bit his ear: "Where do you want to go?"

Sheng Changan instinctively sensed the danger, and now he had an idea: "Didn't you say to go out for a stroll later?"

Fang Zhiyi: "..."

With a legitimate reason, Sheng Chang'an was refreshed instantly, broke away from Fang Zhiyi's arms and stood up: "Okay, let's go out for a stroll now."

Fang Zhiyi: "..." I hate it!

No matter how unwilling he was, after all, it was his own words, so he had to fulfill them no matter what.

Fang Zhiyi also got out of bed and stood up, Sheng Changan's gaze slid down to his abdomen: "Does your stomach still feel uncomfortable?"

Fang Zhiyi shook his head, reached out to pick up the clothes beside the bed and put on them: "Okay."

Seeing that his face had returned to normal, Sheng Changan felt relieved a little: "Okay, then let's go out."

It was actually past three o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun outside was warm, but the wind was a bit strong.The two of them didn't take a few steps outside before they simply boarded the sightseeing car.

At night, when the two of them were lying on the bed, Sheng Changan probably was frightened by him, so he insisted on rubbing his stomach.

Fang Zhiyi was a little amused: "It seems like I'm pregnant."

Sheng Changan gave him a nonthreatening look, and he didn't dare to use too much force in his movements.

Fang Zhiyi tentatively asked, "Can I still eat cake tomorrow?"

Sheng Changan's eyes widened in surprise: "You still want to eat cake?"

Fang Zhiyi responded vaguely.

Sheng Changan wished he could use all his strength to let him know the pain: "Don't even think about it!"

Fang Zhiyi made a huge concession: "What about the day after tomorrow?"

Sheng Changan pinched his waist: "Are you addicted to stomach pain?"

Fang Zhiyi let out a "hiss", and Sheng Chang'an immediately withdrew his hand: "Does it hurt?"

Fang Zhiyi quickly grabbed his hand and played it back: "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, just rub it again."

The two chatted casually for a while, and Sheng Changan yawned.Fang Zhiyi squeezed his hand: "Sleep?"

Sheng Chang'an cheered up: "Is your stomach comfortable?"

Fang Zhiyi held his hand and touched it: "It's been fine for a long time, but I just don't want to let you go. Go to sleep."

Sheng Changan was so sleepy that he didn't have the energy to say anything to him, so he said "um", turned off the light, lay down and fell asleep.

Fang Zhiyi was lying on the side, listening to his steady breathing, couldn't help reaching out to touch his face, and then retracted it, in case it woke him up.Fortunately, Sheng Changan slept soundly, and the quilt on his chest rose and fell with his breathing.

Fang Zhiyi lay sideways beside him, looking at his peacefully sleeping profile, his heart felt as soft as a cotton candy that had just been blown out.

……

The next morning, Fang Zhiyi woke up earlier than Sheng Changan.

He glanced at the time, sat up slowly, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.After he came back from washing, Sheng Changan also woke up, sitting on the bed, his face was a little dazed, and a few strands of hair on his head were raised.

The corner of Fang Zhiyi's mouth could not help but curl up, and he walked over: "Wake up."

Sheng Changan looked at him and blinked slowly: "I thought you were gone."

Fang Zhiyi smiled and nodded his forehead: "Where can I go?"

Sheng Changan slowly lowered his head and hugged his knees.Fang Zhiyi sensed something was wrong, so he sat down and slowed down his voice: "Did you have a nightmare?"

Sheng Changan looked up at him, blinked again, and suddenly said, "I love you."

The expression on Fang Zhiyi's face suddenly froze.

After Sheng Changan finished speaking, he was also stunned, the two of them settled for a while, Sheng Changan lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and decided to wash up first.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, Fang Zhiyi embraced him, "I'm... very happy."

The two of them were close to each other, their heartbeats and breathing were intertwined.

Sheng Chang'an had never said anything to express his feelings so bluntly before, and Fang Zhiyi had never said such a sentence either.

Sheng Changan was so nervous that his hands and feet curled up a little: "I... I'll go wash up first..."

Fang Zhiyi endured it, gave him another hug, and let go.Sheng Changan quickly slipped into the bathroom and locked it with his backhand.

He looked at himself in the mirror, his eyes wandered for a while, and he lowered his head to splash cold water on his face.

In fact... he didn't have a nightmare, but he habitually looked to his side after waking up, and found that Fang Zhiyi was not there, and suddenly felt an inexplicable panic in his heart.When Fang Zhiyi walked in from the door, he stood there against the light, and he suddenly thought that the two of them had never had a formal confession, no matter how grand the occasion was, they were all limited to liking.

When Sheng Changan went out, Fang Zhiyi had already packed his things.Originally, the two of them had no luggage, so it was easy to pack.Fang Zhiyi saw him come out, and didn't mention what happened just now: "Everyone is back today, there is a ready-made breakfast in the restaurant downstairs, and we will go downstairs to eat later."

Sheng Chang'an was a little disappointed, but he also changed the subject: "Have you booked the plane ticket?"

Fang Zhiyi paused for a moment, then said "Yes", "wait for the ticket later."

The two went downstairs to finish their breakfast. Fang Zhiyi explained how to tidy up the room of the two of them, and then left with Sheng Changan.

After more than an hour, Sheng Changan felt something was wrong: "Isn't this the way to the airport?"

Fang Zhiyi responded vaguely.

Sheng Changan had a vague guess in his heart: "Where are we going?"

Fang Zhiyi turned to look at him, blinked, smiled and said nothing.

After a few minutes, across a bush, a fairy-tale castle gate came into his sight.

Sheng Changan's breathing was stagnant, and his eyes widened.

Fang Zhiyi drove the car all the way in, and pulled his men out of the car: "If you get married here... are you satisfied?"